Ciwu Yuanfei

"The Ciwu flies far away, and the filial son comes home first. But what can I do alone? My thoughts are contrary to my will at all times." Her only contribution to the literary world in the past nineteen years was to memorize these few lines of poetry. She doesn't practice immortality, doesn't care about ghosts and gods, has no knowledge, no skills, and no understanding of style. What she is most proud of is her meager experience in the world, holding a knife and frightening many people. She was going to find someone and read this poem to him. There was a dream that she had for nineteen years—— What dream? There is a high place to worship, children to support and support, and a few friends to talk to from the bottom of my heart - how happy!